I was a strange kid. When I was in high school in the mid-nineties my peers were interested in watching Married with Children and playing on their PS1s. (I was still slumming it with my NES.) Sure I was happy to watch an episode of Married with Children; but if I flipped across PBS and the New Yankee Workshop was showing, I was going to stop and see what Norm Abrams was up to. (Though I am pretty sure it was Seattle Grunge Music that piqued my interest in flannel. Ahhh, ... times.) As college and graduate school became my focus, woodworking was forgotten about. (Years of therapy later – not sure if it was for the forgotten woodworking or forgotten years – I have come to grips with it.) My need for books though led me back. SKERRRT!!! Books and woodworking, how in the name of Pearl Jam – or perhaps I should say Hoobastank since it was 2004 – did that fit together? After 3 years of college and 4 years of grad-school, with a 2-year hiatus to join the monastery, I had amassed a small library and needed a place to store them. A quick DIY project later and I had built my first piece of furniture #EVER.